A traitor can either be praiseworthy or despicable." Near the end, we arrive at the standard, under-the-apple-tree oath (see "The Source of Terrorism: Middle Class Rebellion," p. 241): "We pledge to wage jihad for the rest of our lives until either we implant Islam all over the world or meet our Lord as bearers of Islam. And how reputable, adventurous and pleasurable is such a life compared to those who remain sitting, working from nine to five?" The latter sentence evinces middle class rebellion to the marrow. As Camus said of Andre Breton and the surrealists, "But these frenetics wanted 'any sort of revolution,' no matter what as long as it rescued them from the world of shopkeepers and compromise in which they were forced to live." ("The Rebel," p. 94)
Singularly revealing is the overall flow of story headlines. Everything from how cockroach brains produce antibiotics to how the World Bank functions, the "Luckiest Nut in The World" and how factory farms make you sick. Such is postmodernism as discussed in "The Source of Terrorism" (pp. 310-13): everything is placed one after another on a conveyor belt that is constantly moving, but does not go anywhere. Somehow this serial arrangement in and of itself is supposed to imply order; believe me, the editors would be hard-pressed to tell you what it is. A classic case of middle class ideology if there ever was one.